Chapter 258: A Frosty Blade Shines in the Nine Provinces

On the towering city wall.

Duan Wuya, Cheng Shangwu and other strong men, whether they were warriors in the Pihai Realm or the Baoyue Realm, all felt an unprecedented chill.

This chill seemed to surge from the depths of the ground, running straight into their hearts along the soles of their feet, instantly awakening their deep fear and awe of the unknown.

It was like being in the cold wilderness in childhood.

The hairs on the body stood up as if being gently touched by an invisible hand, and even the throbbing heartbeat stopped for a moment, making all the warriors present experience an illusion of time freezing.

The hustle and bustle of the outside world became extremely clear at this moment. Every gust of wind and every thunder was infinitely magnified in their ears, as if only these sounds were echoing in the whole world.

In the air, the breath that should have flowed freely seemed to be frozen by this chill, whether it was wet or dry, it seemed to be frozen at this moment.

The lightning that was flying all over the sky and interweaving into a net should have been the most unbridled symbol of power between heaven and earth. However, under this invisible tremor, it became slow and heavy, and had to temporarily restrain its sharpness and wildness, blending into the quiet and noisy atmosphere around it.

Those who could become the peak of the Sea-Opening Realm or the Moon-Bao Realm had martial arts skills of at least the third stage of the Breathing of All Things and above, and most of them had comprehended it in detail.

But even those Moon-Bao Realm warriors who had already comprehended the fourth stage of the martial arts skills, under this invisible momentum, made them feel ashamed and felt like a thorn in their backs.

This was extremely amazing.

In addition to the strong men in the Palace of Gods, only the fifth stage of the artistic conception of martial arts skills could reach such a state, because only the artistic conception could not be restricted by the realm and affect all living beings.

Including the gods' favored ones.

This influence, if described in superficial terms, can weaken the combat effectiveness of living beings who have not comprehended the artistic conception.

The degree of weakening varies from 1% to 30%.

Although the lowest degree of weakening is only 1%, for any warrior in the Pihai Realm, only 1% of the combat power can destroy a warrior who has just entered the Liming Realm.

30% of the combat power can basically destroy any peak warrior in the Transcendent Realm, including non-martial arts geniuses.

When it comes to the Baoyue Realm, the scope of this 1% combat power can increase in a geometric manner.

"This... breath, so familiar feeling." Yuwen Changkong was high above the nine heavens, surrounded by thunder with hundreds of millions of volts of voltage, and even the space seemed to be pierced, making it difficult for ordinary warriors to see clearly.

His eyes, which were originally calm, were filled with ripples as the breath intensified.

According to common sense in martial arts practice, the breakthrough from the Transcendent Realm to the Sea-breaking Realm is a crucial threshold in the journey of practice. Whether it is the amount of Force or the quality of Force, it will undergo earth-shaking changes compared to the Transcendent Realm.

Therefore, most martial artists will choose to continue practicing for a few days shortly after breaking through the Sea-breaking Realm to stabilize their own martial arts realm, familiarize themselves with their own explosive power, and stabilize their state of mind.

The latter is the most important.

After the power increases dramatically, if you don't adjust your mentality in time, it is easy to have an illusion of "the sky is the boss, the earth is the second, and I am the third". In the battle, a carelessness will lead to an irreversible situation.

Although Yuwen Changkong has just broken through the Sea-breaking Realm, he has the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Saint Body, and with the help of the Thunder God's Heart, so the stability of his realm is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Moreover, the more important thing is that Yuwen Changkong is the most valued saint son of the Starry Sky Martial Hall in the past ten years. His cultivation of the God-viewing Method is naturally the best in the world.

Although his spiritual power level is weaker than Shen Bailian, he is also at the peak of the first-level Spiritual Lamp Realm, far exceeding the warriors of the same level.

However.

Even if Yuwen Changkong fully releases his spiritual power perception, it is difficult to feel the person who can match the heart-pounding breath just now.

It's like that person doesn't exist at all.

But this is completely impossible. Yuwen Changkong doesn't believe that his perception will be abnormal, and this breath makes him feel a vague sense of familiarity.

In fact, in his heart, he has already had some guesses, but he doesn't believe it.

To be more precise, he doesn't dare to believe it.

Because even if the martial arts realm is improved, it is difficult to easily change one's own breath in a short period of time, let alone comprehend the artistic conception in just over a month.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

The gap between the fifth stage of martial arts and the fourth stage of martial arts is like a natural chasm.

And there is also a realm of unity between man and nature between the two. If you want to enter and abandon the unity of man and nature, you need a very long time to adapt and change.

The wonderful martial arts realm of unity of man and nature is difficult for any warrior to give up.

Deep in the Tiger Prison City.

Inside a secret room with scattered starlight, there is a plain-looking man sitting cross-legged in the center of the secret room without any momentum.

Where he sat, there were bright lines that emitted faint starlight extending out. Those intricate lines were spread across every corner of the secret room and extended out from the gaps.

It looked ordinary except for the little starlight, but it felt... ordinary too.

Suddenly.

For some reason, the man slowly opened his eyes, and the center of his pupils was dark, which looked ordinary.

But in this pair of seemingly ordinary eyes, if ordinary warriors looked at them, they could find that it seemed to contain the depth and vastness of the sea of ​​stars.

Moreover, the entire mysterious secret room was instantly lit up with the shining of those eyes, and the starlight lines that were originally only faintly flickering also increased their brightness.

He exhaled gently, and the air seemed to be filled with an indescribable ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if time was flowing rapidly, and behind it, there was a faint palace scene emerging.

It was like a dream, but it also exuded a frightening aura.

The man's name was Nangong Wentian, a strong man in the Palace of Gods. He was the only strong man who had been guarding Hulao Pass for a long time, and he was also a strong man who was born and raised in Hulao City.

It can be said that 90% of Nangong Wentian's life was spent in Hulao Pass.

It was precisely for this reason that Nangong Wentian's martial arts realm was completely fought out in actual combat, and his combat power was always at the forefront of all the martial artists in the Palace of Gods.

In the decades that Nangong Wentian was in charge of Hulao Pass, even the level 6 fierce beast tide had never attacked Hulao City.

"Interesting." Nangong Wentian's perception penetrated the formation, the soil, and the layers of steel barriers of dozens of centimeters, covering the entire Hulao Pass, and extending out.

All the details were clearly presented in his mind, even a young man who was rapidly approaching Hulao Pass did not escape his perception.

"This little guy, is he probably the famous Shen Bailian? He really has a style that is hard to describe in words."

"That cowardly dog ​​thing really picked up a treasure."

After the voice fell, Nangong Wentian chuckled, a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he felt a little speechless for his behavior, nodded slightly, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes.

That was the color of approval.

It came from one of the strongest people in the world, a strong man in the Palace of Gods.

But Nangong Wentian only took a glance, then retracted his perception, closed his eyes again, and continued to immerse himself in his own world of cultivation.

The starlight in the secret room, as his eyes closed again, became much dimmer again, and restored its original appearance.

The reason is also very simple.

Martial arts prodigy, top martial arts prodigy, or the legendary peerless prodigy, for Nangong Wentian, who has been promoted to the Palace of Gods for many years, everything is like a passing cloud.

The longer he stayed in the Divine Palace Realm, the more he felt a sense of powerlessness. At the same time, he also deeply realized that if he did not enter the Divine Palace, he would be just an ant after all.

Although Shen Bailian's martial arts talent was like the sun in the sky, with bright light shining in all directions, even the martial arts genius was eclipsed by it.

But for Nangong Wentian now, it was like a doctoral student in mathematics at a top university seeing a little genius who scored 100 points in mathematics in the third grade of elementary school.

He didn't know what level his potential could support that little genius to.

But Nangong Wentian knew that it would take at least ten years for the other party to grow to his level.

Ten years?

It was long, but not long either. For warriors in the Divine Palace Realm, they themselves didn't know how long they could live, because the cell activity and strength had reached a height that was difficult for machines to measure.

Of course, this was also because so far, there had not been a strong man in the Divine Palace Realm who died of old age in the world, or in other words, there had not been any warrior in the Transcendent Realm who died of old age.

Whether or not he could survive before being promoted to the Divine Palace Realm was a big question.

However.

In less than a second, a bright light suddenly burst out from the secret room, like a flash bomb being thrown out.

In an instant.

The entire secret room was as bright as day, and the terrifying star power suddenly surged violently.

"What?!!!" A voice full of doubt suddenly sounded inside the secret room. Nangong Wentian sensed the situation outside and rarely cursed:

"What the hell can a warrior in the early stage of the Sea-Opening Realm do???"

...

Outside.

If it were normal times, the slight ripples in the formation in Hulao City would definitely be noticed by Duan Wuya and other Moon-Bao Realm masters.

But at this moment, no one noticed it.

Because.

"Swish!"

A slight, but seemingly resounding sound of a long sword being unsheathed suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and the air around seemed to solidify, even the flowing time was the same.

Suddenly.

"All things in the universe." A barely perceptible but powerful voice, like a devil's voice, resounded in the deepest part of everyone's heart.

On the city wall.

"This voice... is..." Chen Yifei listened to this familiar voice, as if he suddenly woke up from a dream, and his pupils shrank sharply.

"Is it the eldest brother?!" Su Ruozhi also reacted, with a look of surprise, disbelief, and suspicion... all of a sudden, all kinds of expressions appeared on his face.

The martial arts students on the side did not hear what the two were whispering about, and curiously came over, and curiosity made them want to ask.

However, it was only a moment.

A sharp blade turned into a golden lightning, and the sound of "lightning" passing through the air suddenly sounded. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be divided into two, leaving a clearly visible frost-white track.

In the golden light, there was a peerless sharp blade hidden, its shape was like a golden dragon stretching, and the blade was like frost on a cold moon. It felt cold before it arrived, and felt sharp before it touched.

That refreshing white track, as if it had teleported, suddenly appeared above the Tiger Prison City. The sharp blade light surged against the wind, like a comet hitting the moon, and like a dragon roaring in the sky, with endless frost and coldness, directly pressing people's hearts.

In just a blink of an eye, it directly tore and cut the heavy lead clouds all over the sky.

And, what is even more shocking is that even the thunder that kept flashing in the sky, under this knife, was like cutting tofu.

In the eyes of Yuwen Changkong's doubts, they were cut uniformly.

On the ground, many ferocious beasts just took a breath in the gradually calming thunder, and immediately felt the soul-stirring, sharp cold blade, and then showed fear again.

One wave has not settled, another wave rises.

A beast sitting in the center of the beast tide, with a body as huge as a mountain, more than ten feet high, covered with blue and green scales, with lightning flashing, and a crystal clear horn in the middle of its forehead.

The thunder within a radius of hundreds of meters around it seemed to be attracted by the horn and struck it, and the lightning was quickly swallowed by it.

The king-level beast-the sky thunder rhino.

The sky thunder rhino looked at the knife light falling from the sky, and a human disdain flashed in his eyes, because in his opinion, the knife light was too slow, and it was more than enough to dodge it.

And, more importantly, the dense scales on its back are not for show, even the third-level peak beasts can hardly break its defense.

However

Just when many fierce beasts were fleeing, the knife light above the sky suddenly split apart, one into two, two into four... In the blink of an eye, it became tens of thousands of sharp edges.

And what was even more frightening was that some of the fierce beasts that looked directly at the knife lights seemed to be numb, and suddenly stopped in place, waiting to be killed.

Quietly waiting for death to come.

This scene made the martial arts students on the city wall scalp numb, and they couldn't help but close their eyes, leaving only a gap.

Even many sea-breaking warriors were not much behind.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

In a silent, extremely fast speed, the knife light fell into the sea of ​​fierce beasts, and many red and green snowflakes flew out in an instant. Under the cold moonlight revealed in the gaps between the clouds, it looked particularly charming and terrifying.

"This, this... is this really Senior Brother Shen?" Chen Yifei stared blankly at the pantomime in front of him, and an indescribable fear surged in his heart. (End of this chapter)